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Laughing JackDarkened pathways
The air is tinted
A creature of stories
A mind set to kill
There is nothing to compare
To the blood I spill
The time has come
To bloody those streams
I creep up behind her
Clicking long claws
I take another step
Then I take a pause
Her fear sparks
She turns around
My face is seen in the dark
My claws slash to the ground
Her eyes no longer dried
I laugh all the while
Her mouth opens wide
Spilling out bile
Her body is found at dawn
Candy spilling out her sides
Skin as pale as a swan
Jaw unhinged in silent cries
The air is no longer tinted
WhyWhy was I given life
If it was to be so difficult
Through it all?
Why was I given the ability to Dream
If my own mind would twist against me
And wake me up ready to be sick?
Why was I given the thoughts to kill myself
If everybody knew I couldn’t do it?
Why am I here
Placed on the Earth
Where it feels as if everybody hates me
Where it feels like all friends are fake?
Where my mind has become so twisted
That I feel, hear, smell, taste and see things that aren’t really there
So I could become a plaything.
Something to mess up so badly,
It’s view of reality is distorted
So I could live through Hell
Until I finally went there
And live it all over again
So I could hate myself
So I could be alive
Yet not living
But not aware
Yet not really there.
So easy to cut
It sounds like ripping fabric
If you go through enough layers at a time
Blood is dripping down my legs now
Why is it so pretty to watch?
It’s as if we were meant to hurt ourselves
To see that beautiful red liquid
It’s splashing on the floor now
Creating little blotches on the floor
My carpet is the canvas
My blood being the paint
My knife was taken
I’m using a sharp tack
Until I can buy a new
It’s not the same
The tack was dirty
My bloodstream infested
My leg is gone now
I’ll be soon too
I can’t stop myself
More puncture holes
Live on my skin
Why is this so fun
I’m fading now
I don’t have long
This was fun whilst it lasted
Please take the tack, young one
You’ll need it
I Hate MyselfI hate myself
That’s all there is to it
But I have enough respect for my family
To not let it show
I cut my hair instead of my skin
I hit myself and throw myself on the ground
To make it look more natural
My friends noticed
They asked why I was always covered in cuts and bruises
I told them I fall a lot
That I’m unstable
Not a lie
I’m always tripping myself
And my mind
I’m not ready to leave
I can’t kill myself yet
But I plan to leave this world
But to know that I’ve saved
So many of my friends lives
I can’t let their hearts die with me
I won’t eat during the day
Eating only at dinner
So my mom doesn't find out
Yet I’ll still eat so little
I’ll stay inside all day
Wasting my life
Staying up all night
Sleeping until the afternoon
My sleeping habits have reason
Nightmares plague my mind
If I stay up late enough
I won’t dream at all
Yet there are still people who bring out
An alive version of me
It's too LateThe brilliant blue of the sea
The salty tang to the wind
Fish jumping thru the air,
Enjoying their freedom
The sun glitters across the water
Reflecting into my brown eyes
The wind pushes my short hair back
And I jump off the cliff
Down I fall,
My white gown streams around me
As I go underwater
The fish dart away
The sun disappears
The wind can't reach me
I'm gone from the world I knew
And I've sunk to the bottom of the new
There's no traces of me now
But I'm not ready to leave
I kick to the surface
"I'm not ready"
Almost dead I break to the air
Waves wash over me
Dragging me under again
I kick forward
"Please" I beg silently
"Please don't let me die"
I sink down
"It's too late"
The last bubbles of life escape
And I let darkness consume
"It's too late."
I don't need themThe birds are chirping
The green grass is growing
It's so happy outside
So I stay in.
I stay in my room
Alone like I always am
My room is my cave
Where I hide from everyone
Dark thoughts surround me
"He didn't want me"
"Nobody likes me"
"I should just die"
I feel hollow with heartache
"He didn't want me"
Everything passes in a blur
I start sleeping and eating less
I listen to music all the time
"Nobody likes me"
More people start avoiding me
Staring at me like I was a freak
"I should just die"
Nobody likes me anyways
People use me to get food, gifts and attention
I hate this life
But then the people started being kind
Seeming like they cared
It almost felt real
Except for the lies
Friendship has no real values anymore
All those girls are fake, gossiping bitches
They don't need me
And I don't need them.
My mind deals with
Overcomes my judgement
Today it's no different
I can't take it anymore
Observing my image but
Nothing is revealed
Before My Mouth Told You I Was Sickbefore my mouth told you i was sick, there were
the fingers that wrapped around cups and cups of tea.
i sipped oceans.
i sipped the seven seas
and my ribs were the rainstick that
sent shivers pattering like some
down your swaying, praying spine.
there were the hurricanes.
that is what you came to call them,
my eyes burst into lightning,
my chest quaked with thunder,
when my ribs heaved with the monsoon
that was my breath
until i collapsed, shaking, into your
beach house arms.
there were the missing beats.
sometimes my heart slowed, stopped,
staggered home drunk to gasp morse-code warnings
between my aching ribs.
sometimes the stillness was so perfect
(and alone so tempting)
that i wished for the beat
to wander far and
to be forever lost.
there were the ribs, and the collarbones.
i was a mountain range with
blood in my rivers,
you saw the carrot sticks
(oh god how could you)
and you let me feed myself with
there was the blood i was suppose
little victories.when i was younger,
i thought i was the strongest
little girl in the world
because i could easily
beat my older brother
at arm wrestling.
it wasn't until years later
that i realized
To the person who holds my best friend's heart...I know that is is kind of weird
But I felt that I should write this down.
I need to tell you what I feel
And tell you what he means to me.
He's my best friend and he's a good man.
Please, give him the love and respect he deserves.
He may seem goofy but he's very sweet.
I know this because he was always there for me when I was sad.
Now, I know that you're not bad
Cause he would never choose someone who's mean.
But I still want to tell you just in case you forget in the future;
Please don't break his heart.
He's been through so much
And he doesn't deserve something like that.
He is the kind of person who smiles even when he's hurt by others
And would take any pain for the people he loves.
I know, I've witnessed it.
I know he may seem kind of childish sometimes
But don't let it get to you.
It's just his way of expressing himself.
He's very caring and I'm sure he'll do anything to make you happy.
He doesn't look like it but he's very kind and thoughtful.
He'll put your needs before h
in which I gain sentiencesave room
for doubt, in the silence between
religious guilt and stolen
body heat. I am made of helium.
in my dreams they
pop me and
watch me flutter. I wonder if everyone
else’s head is so congested as mine,
hyperactive with inattentive people.
you are never serious--
he stares at me in a different
set of eyes; there are words
I cannot say, there are
things I cannot tell you.
(twice a week
I watch the people I love
leave me for good.
spiders in my throat,
you're wearing isadora's scarvesoh, i hope you never love me, satyr-girl.
misanthropic mistress, i am coughing up
crows & bleeding blue beneath pocked
vessels; these worn teeth may be ink-
cavities, but i have never been your poet boy.
3:00amThere's always fear amidst his joy,
a little voice in the back of his head,
warning him of everything that might go wrong.
Yet, the nightly ghosts and the monsters
who lurk and scratch the floor under her bed,
were just the myths of a man who
wanted an excuse to hold her each night.
He doesn't think like this anymore,
he lies awake and ponders as the shadows
sway in their tribal dance along the walls,
and wholeheartedly hopes, that they
will rip a frustrated scream out of his throat
one that's loud enough to conceal the nagging voice.
"Oh my boy, haven't I warned you?
Love is a sin, don't come near
fairy-tales are only meant for books,
but you dove right in, driven by a foolish need.
You've tasted the bitter end of a blade
roles switched, now you're the monster she fears."
"She says your smile is beautiful,
like a sun shining so bright, a strength through your pain,
yet she fails to see the poisonous thorns
you nurtured with treason and grudge.
She doesn't know
Can you look deeper?You see that girl you just bullied?
The one you harassed over her choice of art?
The art of a man beating a woman to death?
She saw her father kill her mother when she was five.
You know that man who likes to photograph himself in dresses?
The one you called a homo because of his choice of clothing?
Well, his parents wanted him to be a girl instead of a boy.
So they made him dress like that everyday to pretend he was a girl.
You know that woman who writes stories about child rape?
The one you bullied until she didn’t know how to cope with life anymore
Her uncle has been in jail for the past eleven years.
He raped her daily for seven years of her life.
What about that guy who favored abstract artwork?
Do you remember him he liked to use the colors red and black a lot.
He was nearly beaten to death when he was fourteen.
He only knows nightmares because he remembers seeing his blood on the wall.
What about me? Do you remember me? Even just a teensy little bit?
You bullied me because
Monster you areWe were friends
till the day i died inside
I told you i loved you
And that you stole my heart
But in reality
you ripped it from me
revealing the monster you really are
Destroying my love
And killing my trust
We never talked again
not the same way we would laugh
And joke about the little things
You destroyed a big thing
The Key That Changed The World
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